Oh child. If only you knew that Devero is one of those few adults who would probably thank you for pointing out something he didn't yet know. Perhaps at some point.

Devero looks between the girl and the animal once or twice, all of a sudden a little nervy about the prospect of petting alien livestock. But that's the whole point of this little side quest, isn't it? And he's not about to snatch the hay up and insist the child do what he's hesitant to do himself.

So he nods, says, "Good idea," and turns towards the alpaca. It blinks at him lazily, stalks of hay disappearing rapidly into its mouth as it chews, then bends its neck for another mouthful. While its head is down in the hay, he reaches out and brushes his fingers against the lovely blue wool.